A green jester's cap, a straw Bermuda, a U.S. Postal Service baseball cap with a fake bullet hole burned in it. [I wore a beret, with a tiny American flag sewn on the front, in eighth grade but I was teased so mercilessly I had a nervous breakdown and then started using drugs and alcohol, and fighting. By tenth grade, I had been in and out of two juvenile halls and one drug rehab facility. My parents didn't know what to do. So they made me live with my uncle in Enid, Oklahoma, where I learned to ride steer and rope hog. Living there really turned me around.]